Entertainment: I am a professor in the Department of Hybrid Healing in the music circle

Director Lai also came to the composition department 10 minutes earlier, with a straight face: "Everyone come to the conference room."

In the conference room, on the long table, the director's eyes were sharp: "Why is there someone missing?"

More than a dozen producers were also confused: "Who is missing?"

"It seems that Lin Yao is missing."

"Director, Lin Yao has been under too much pressure recently, he must have overslept."

"I'll send him a message!"

"That's right, the supervisor. Lin Yao is only short of a work with more than 80 downloads before he can be promoted to the bronze medal. It may be that he is preparing a new song recently and is too tired from staying up late."

"..."

The environment in the composition department was still very warm, and someone immediately sent a message to Lin Yao.

Director Lai propped his hands on the edge of the table and said sternly:

"Don't wait for him, I think you all know about the meeting today, right? There is still one week left in September, and because the new song prepared by Yang Fan is of good quality, I will ask the vice president to issue a military order to Fengyun He has achieved top ten results on the list, and now his contract has expired and he has moved to Chuxing, this hole must be filled!"

The so-called wind and cloud list refers to the September season. Many students have a lot of pocket money after school starts. If a new song is released in the September season, many younger fans will have the ability to pay for it.

In this world, the fan economy is everything.

The fans of some singers and music producers are mostly accumulated in the age group of teenagers, and of course there are older fans, but the proportion is not as large as that of teenagers.

Therefore, the September Season Ranking was also called the Fengyun Ranking by people in the music circle, and its revenue was only a little worse than the Gods Ranking in December.

The season rankings are also divided into traffic, such as January is the Spring Festival ranking, June is the rookie season, September is the Fengyun ranking, and December is the gods ranking. The traffic income in these months is particularly large.

"Director, how to fill this hole?"

"We only have one gold-medal producer in the composition department, but he just jumped to Chuxing's side."

"Dehua, you are the strongest among the four silver medalists in the composition department. It's up to you to carry this banner."

Hearing what his colleagues said, Zhang Dehua looked bitter: "Originally, Yang Fan was on the September Billboard, but he switched jobs. I didn't prepare a new song at all. Let me write a song that can enter the top ten of the Billboard in a week. , you’d better kill me.”

Director Lai heard that Dehua was at a loss, he sighed helplessly, and looked at the other silver medalist: "Old Jin, what about you?"

As one of the four silver medalists in the composition department, Jin Yangming is only weaker than Dehua: "I have a song in stock, and I originally thought to wait until October to release it."

Director Lai's eyes lit up: "Send it to my email!"

After Jin Yangming fiddled with his office notebook for a while, he sent a file.

There is no accompanying tune, only one lyric.

Obviously, Jin Yangming is a silver medal producer who wrote lyrics.

Suddenly there was a sound from the notebook placed in front of Director Lai, and he clicked on the email, and he began to appreciate the poem.

Yes, in 1 minute.

His expression gradually became serious: "The quality of the lyrics is pretty good. If you avoid the Billboard and Gods Rankings, you may have a chance to be in the top fifteen in a normal season, but next month is the Billboard after all. Disaster."

Jin Yangming nodded, he was very aware of the quality of his work, and originally planned to release it in the October season, striving for the top [-] instead of putting it on the Billboard.

"Zifan, what about you?" Supervisor Lai's eyes were sharp.

The silver medal named Wang Zifan has already clicked to send a file: "Director, I sent it to you."

Director Lai's face was filled with joy. Sure enough, the silver medal in the composition department was very impressive at the critical moment. Fortunately, it was in stock.

However, after 1 minutes.

After reading the lyrics, Director Lai's expression became more and more ugly: "This song is worse than Lao Jin's. It's barely in the top [-] in a normal season, let alone the top [-] in the Billboard."

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The entire conference room suddenly became serious and extremely quiet.

Especially the group of bronze medal producers didn't dare to say anything.

The works of the two teachers are not good enough, let alone them.

The bronze medal was fine, but he didn't dare to say anything. He was not the producer of the bronze medal, and his head was almost buried in his chest, for fear of being called by the supervisor.

The tension is no less than the scene of being named by the teacher in the student days.

"Why don't you say anything?" Director Lai's eyes became more and more fierce, and no one dared to look at him: "Xiao Li, I heard that you have a song in stock that you want to save for the season of the gods, right? Send it to me for a look. "

The bronze medal lyricist, Xiao Li, had a bitter face. After sending it, within 2 minutes, the supervisor became angry again: "The quality is so poor, do you want to keep it until the season of the gods? Random killing?"

"Xiao Qin, send me your new song too."

In less than 1 minute, 45 seconds to be precise, the supervisor went berserk again: "Why does the company support you with this bronze medal? The lyrics are so badly written, and the producers who just started writing are better than you!"

In fact, the quality of Xiao Qin's lyrics is not too bad. The main reason is that Director Lai is under too much pressure and is getting angry.

In the final analysis, he still asked Da to go to the vice president to issue a military order.

It is understandable to express yourself in front of the leader.

"Cough... I don't think I came at the right time?" Lin Yao just wanted to knock on the meeting room when he heard the supervisor scolding his colleagues, and subconsciously shrank his neck.

Director Lai was already full of anger, and when he saw Lin Yao who was late, his instinctive reaction was to reprimand him: "Last night, I asked you to hold a meeting this morning. You didn't wear your ears when you went out?"

Lin Yao didn't know whether it was a subconscious reaction or an instinctive behavior, so he blurted out a few words: "Director, it's only 7:59. Last night you said that the meeting would start at 1:[-]. It seems that I arrived a minute earlier, and I'm not late..."

Director Lai: "???"

A group of colleagues: "..."

Chapter 3 Supervisor, I want to record a song

The scene that Lin Yao pinched and clicked made many colleagues give their thumbs up secretly.

Even Zhang Dehua couldn't help admiring this kid, and secretly said: "Ah Yao is very courageous, and the supervisor dared to pinch him when he was angry."

"Sit down." Director Lai's face was extremely gloomy, and he stared at Lin Yao like a plague god.

It's not that he was targeting Lin Yao. If the big trouble in front of him is not resolved, when the vice president is convicted, it is estimated that the bottom producers in the composition department will be laid off.

Lin Yao found an inconspicuous seat at the end of the long table and sat down, and he didn't intend to interrupt.

"Ding Yuan, are you going to have a new song?" Director Lai finally locked his eyes on the silver medal lyricist who has been silent.

This is the supervisor's last hope.

Even the silver medals can't stand it, let alone the group of bronze medals behind.

As for the producers who haven't been promoted to the bronze medal yet, it's all here to open their eyes, so just keep silent.

Ding Yuan nodded, didn't say much, and directly sent the lyrics file to the supervisor's email.

Under everyone's expectation, the director's expression seemed to become much more relaxed.

Zhang Dehua breathed a sigh of relief: "The quality of Ding Yuan's new songs should not be bad."

However, Director Lai said: "The lyrics are slightly better than Dehua's. It is not impossible to reach the top ten of the Billboard, but... a gold medal composer is required to help set the tone and arrange the music."

Zhang Dehua was taken aback: "Director, are you serious? Going to invite gold medal composers from other companies to assist, wouldn't the revenue generated be taken away by more than half? Even if Ding Yuan took a small part of the revenue, he could barely support the publicity. The cost of registering these aspects of copyright."

Generally, the producers of music companies are hired by other companies to help write lyrics or compose music, and the asking price is relatively high, otherwise why would they help you?

Rely on affection, affection?

Give me a break.

After all, those gold medal producers have already made a lot of money in their own companies. If they receive extra money, the asking price must be high, otherwise the market price will be messed up.

If other producers are asked to help offer a price that is lower than the company's signing fee, then who will sign a contract with a music producer?

Wang Zifan also echoed: "There are profits in the hands of our composition department, but it is too little, unless we can break into the top eight or top seven rankings."

Director Lai gritted his teeth and said, "No way, Ding Yuan's lyrics are by far the most promising to enter the top ten of the Billboard. Even if our composition department doesn't make much profit in September, it can still be released in October and November Make it up every month."

Everyone knows what the price is for not completing a military order after it has been issued in front of the superior.

This is a taboo in the workplace, let alone the entertainment industry.

The main reason was that Director Lai was too excited when he saw the quality of Yang Fan's new song.

Jin Yangming had a bitter face: "October and November will make up for it, so we won't be able to prepare well for the Gods list in December this year. Is it really going to miss December?"

As we all know, the gods list in December and the Spring Festival list in January have the highest income.

Many gold medalists and even song gods and lyrics gods will choose to release songs in these two months.

Lin Yao, who was sitting in the back, probably understood what was going on. It turned out that the supervisor was angry because of this incident.

He was about to report the status of his new song to the supervisor.

The lyrics of "Later" are not only engraved in Lin Yao's mind, but also the professional skills of its tune and many other aspects are clearly remembered.

and so.

If "Later" is used to hit the charts, it can not only solve the profit problem of the composition department, but also not need to humbly hire other gold medal composers, and feel sorry for most of the profits that were taken away.

"Director, I have something to tell you. I want to..." When Lin Yao was about to tell about the new song, Director Lai waved his hand and interrupted: "This meeting is over, I will contact the person in charge immediately to invite others Gold Medal Composer, Lin Yao, if you have anything to do, come back and report after I finish my work, that’s it, let’s go.”

Lin Yao opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"I'd better print out the lyrics first."

Lin Yao came to his desk and edited the lyrics on a file.

All morning, the composition department was busy.

Lin Yao has already printed out the lyrics of "Later", and now he is waiting for the supervisor to come back, then apply for the use of the recording studio, and then ask the signing department to send a few female singers to audition.

"Fuck you, the gold-medal songwriter at Xingxin really said that?"

Director Lai raised his mobile phone, scolded the person in charge on the other end of the phone, then walked into the office area of ​​the composition department, and finally said: "You want [-]% of the profit? Tell him to die!"

Just hung up a call, and connected another call: "What? That's what the gold-medal composer at Lei Ting really said? Tell him to go back and burn more incense. When he is promoted to the god of music, he might be able to get seven The completed works are profitable."

The third phone call: "Damn, is the price raised on the ground? Another [-]% profit? This group of rubbish gold medals, really think they are the best, dare to speak up?"

The god of music, that is the highest title in composition, just like the god of lyrics, the road to conferring the gods can only be opened after reaching the gold medal.

After hanging up the phone, Director Lai was so angry that he almost dropped the phone, his chest heaving violently.

If it wasn't for the top ten on the Billboard, why would he be so worried and irritable?

Back at the office, slamming the door and entering.

There was a bang, which scared the producers in the office area.

As a silver medalist, Zhang Dehua naturally has his own independent office. Standing at the door of his office, he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid this hurdle will be difficult. The top ten of the Billboard, even if it is a gold medal in lyrics and composition, must rely on the top ten." There's an element of luck, unless it's overplay."

Jin Yangming also came out and shrugged his shoulders and sighed: "I can't help it. Gold medals these days are the most popular. When Yang Fan didn't change jobs, wouldn't other companies ask for more than [-]% of the income?"

Wang Zifan walked to the coffee machine, brewed a cup of coffee, and was about to go back to his office. Before he went in, he just said: "About [-]% is the market price, because next month will be the Billboard, and the price has been raised to [-]%. Raising [-]% of those estimates is deliberately making things difficult for us to bloom."

"Boom boom boom!"

However, the three silver medal lyricists suddenly heard a knock on the door of the supervisor's office.

There stood a thin figure from the back.

It's Lin Yao.

He politely knocked on the door before asking, "Director, I have something to ask you."

"Come in."

A heavy voice came from the office.

Lin Yao walked straight in.

Zhang Dehua and the others were dumbfounded: "The supervisor is getting angry, we all wish to stay away, A Yao, he actually..."

"What's the matter?" Director Lai leaned back on the chair, pressing his hands on his temples to relieve the pressure.

He shouldn't talk cheap and issue some military orders.

Yang Fan should not be trusted.

Job-hopping at a critical moment is a big blow to the Blooming Composition Department.

"Director, I'm applying for the use of the company's recording studio. By the way, I'll let you go and say hello to the signing department, and let some female singers come to the [-]th floor to audition."

Lin Yao seemed to be explaining a simple matter.